[Ransom]
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Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
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I damage the block
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I scramble like Randall with rocks
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I'm that nigga in the gambling spot
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Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
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You still gotta hand me your watch
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I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
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Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop
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Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
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Trying to figure how to make this animal stop
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Who these niggas trying to take down
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Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
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He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
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Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up
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There's only one legend alive
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The rest you gotta dig up
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You acting like it's hard roast ya
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I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on you Barkley posters
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Got no time to be boxing around
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I got the ox and the pound
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I'll leave you in the box in the ground
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Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
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Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
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Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
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I'm copping a pound
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They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
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[Freck Billionaire]
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Ya clip trip, clip spit
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Get your strip wet
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I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
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Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
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I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
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They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
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The white bitch got rich like Federline
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Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
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You get it soft, then you rock it like T-Mac
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The weed good price, plus it smoke speci
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Three thousand full pound of some Dro pesci
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Y'all niggas only talkers
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I'll let my homies spark ya
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We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker
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This is family, don't ever cross my brother
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Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
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Mention names in my family tree
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This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
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I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
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Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
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I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
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I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
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[Paul Cain]
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Look
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Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
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apposing us can't be wise
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who ever cross the family dies
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Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
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And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
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Throw the drop or slip, the oject is not to miss
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Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
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Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
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No autopsy necessary, to determined the cause of death
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Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
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Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest
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That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
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I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter
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To this here, I'm no stranger
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It's obvious you no bangers
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You dudes pose no danger
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Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
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Like purple broke up in the dutch
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Leave you broke up on a crutch
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That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
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We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
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Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody goes)
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Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
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Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate
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[Joe Budden]
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Yo
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Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
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Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
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Cause they all become nondescript
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When something bright is on your wrist
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Like you repping the bionic six
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Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire
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I'm an idol, niggas is Sanjaya, now who wanna try us
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That four-five will spit
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I'll slump you in the driver seat
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And make you really ghost ride the whip
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It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me
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Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
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Soon as his un-tuck BAM
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Talking about you touch grams
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I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+
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It's just who we are
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If I see yar, it's E.R
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Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
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Tell me how they gonna manage
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Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
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Gotta spaz on cowards
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